Out of Control

OUT OF CONTROL!

Bright, bright colours in the gloom

Of the local club's 'pokie' room.

Colours to tantalise!

An invitation to the unwise.

 Poker Machines lie waiting,

Knowing they're captivating,

Knowing the addict's eye

Will never pass them by.

Add music and jangly sound

To make the mad heart pound.

Who cares if the table's bare;

And the children need clothes to wear?

Who cares if you're deep in debt

So long as you can bet,

Bet on that certain thing;

Make all those winning bells ring?

Surely you'll win next time!

The thought is quite sublime!

Your money is burning a hole!

You're about to lose control!

Such cheerful colours they are!

So, of course, you'll go too far.

Down, down, down in the abyss.

Oh what folly is this!

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